first trade

Grandmother pressed ancient Tamil wisdom into my palms alongside three coins. "Trading begins today," she whispered, eyes gleaming like the Kaveri River at dawn. At the market, young Avvaiyar's words echoed through my mind: "Wealth isn't gold alone." I exchanged coins for jasmine flowers, then traded blooms for an elderly vendor's stories about our ancestors. When PAYBO rewards arrived unexpectedly for my kindness, I laughed. The app had captured what grandmother knew—true commerce flows between hearts. That evening, sharing sweets with neighbors, I understood. Every exchange strengthens invisible threads binding us together, generation to generation.